Archive-name: SpecMome/georgia.txt
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Archive-title: Georgia
I first met Georgia about a year ago, when I was moving in my new
condo in West Palm Beach. She was tan, trim, big busted for a petite
lady and the divorced mother of two children. She was very out going,
with a steady stream of questions, local information, and the latest
gossip going around the complex.
Over the next few months, I became a regular visitor, dropping by
Georgia's apartment after work and on Saturday mornings. She never
seemed to mind, and occasionally she would drop by my place if she
hadn't seen me for a day or two. I never thought much about her,
sexually that is, as she never mentioned a boyfriend and appeared to
never date or even go out with the "girls". She was fun to be with,
but I just figured that she would rather give her time to her children
than be hanging out in some bar or whatever. She never mentioned sex,
except to joke about never wanting it anymore, or being "no mans land"
was better than putting up with a "man" hanging around wanting it all
the time. I would laugh and call her "Ms. Chastity" and then let it
drop. My impressions of Georgia were to change, radically.
One Sunday morning I was unloading my car from a business trip,
when Georgia appeared on the steps in a long tee shirt and apparently
nothing else. She seemed normal enough, laughing and talking as usual,
and following me between the car and the apartment. When I was
finished she ask if I would like some breakfast and I said sure. I
followed her back to her apartment, expecting to be greeted by her
kids, and figuring I'd have a good but noisy breakfast. As I walked in
behind her, there were no kids, no noise. She noticed my looking
around and said that the kids were over at one of their friends house
and that she had the day to herself.
As I stood in the kitchen doorway, Georgia proceeded to start
gathering the makings for breakfast. As she bent over getting the eggs
from the refrigerator, I couldn't help but notice her bare cheeks
peeking out from under her tee shirt. Now my mind started to question
the Ms. Chastity name, as I looked at her smooth rounded butt, a tan
line evenly marking the boundary of what was to be seen and what was to
remain hidden. As I stared at her bare bottom I started getting an
erection. Still bent over, she turned and asked if I wanted jelly or
butter on the toast. That was my first glimpse of her large breast, as
she waited for my answer. My mind was racing beyond comprehension and
the bulge in my pants was noticeably showing. She answered herself
with a single word. "Jelly".
I stood there with a dumb smile on my face and my mind frantically
searching for a way to see more. I didn't have long to search, as she
turned her back towards me and bend over to retrieve the toaster from
under the counter. Her whole ass was now bare, staring right in my
face. I was spell bound as my eyes swept down her luscious cheeks only
to be met by a glistening, smooth shaved pussy. My erection strained
against my pants, my heart rate soared and my mouth when dry. I heard
myself stuttering out the word "jelly", as she raised up and sat the
toaster down. Noticing the now apparent growth in my pants, and the
startled look on my face, she asked me if I liked jelly on other things
besides toast. Trying desperately to regain my composure, I nodded
yes, as she picked up the jar of jelly and started for the kitchen
door. As she walked by me, she let her hand brush against the front of
my pants, squarely rubbing across my erect dick hiding underneath. She
said with a wink "Lets see if you really do" as she walked into the
dining room. Slowly I followed, trying now to figure out what was
really going on here, or if it all was only a dream and I would wake up
still on the airplane.
As I entered the dining room, all doubts disappeared and reality
hit home. Georgia was totally naked, laying on the table, legs up and
spread. Her large breasts rose like mountain peeks, tall and firm,
lavishly decorated with dark, large nipples. Her belly, creamy white
flowed downward with seductive curves luring my eyes even further down.
Down to a smoothly shaved, beautifully full pussy, glistening from
anticipation and expectation. I stood in silent amazement and wonder,
full of a sudden admiration for the stunning body before me. She broke
the silence with a giggle as she spooned jelly all over her pussy and
then cleaned the spoon on her nipples.
"Breakfast is served" she announced. She didn't have to call me
twice. Without hesitation I dove in. With long strokes of my tongue I
started to make my way through the jelly. She gasped when my tongue
found its mark, parting her smooth lips and making it way deep within
her pussy. Slowly I worked my way up to her clitoris, first gently
flicking it with the tip of my tongue, then increasing the pressure
until she was moaning and gasping at a growing volume. Quickly I would
dart my tongue deep inside her then quickly return to her clitoris
until she exploded into a long, loud and violent orgasm. I continued
to lick her, covering every surface of her quivering pussy that my
tongue could reach and at the same time, trying to strip my clothes
off. She was gaining quickly on another orgasm by the time I could get
my pants off and she had starting to suck and lick her own nipples.
With one final plunge, I drove my tongue deep into her wet pussy. She
erupted into an even bigger orgasm, shaking and quivering, pounding her
ass against the table violently. As she settled down, I aimed my rock
hard dick at her soaking wet pussy and drove it home with one long,
quick plunge. She sat almost upright, rolling her hips up and down
matching my thrusting dick. Locking her legs around my hips, she
pumped ferociously, gasping and moaning louder and louder. I leaned
forward, capturing a nipple in my mouth and started to suck on it. She
pumped harder and faster, until I started to climax, blasting my cum
deep inside her. She exploded in an intense, frenzied orgasm that
seemed to last for an hour. And with one final gasped and faint cry
she collapsed back on the table, pulling me down on top of her. We lay
there for a long, silent time, caressing each others body, savoring the
moment.
Funny thing though, I still laughingly call her Ms. Chastity, but
about three Sundays a month, I stop in for breakfast with Georgia.
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